Friday Ephemera (784)
A project for the weekend, requires detergent sprinkles. || Oh, I dunno, a little picky, methinks. || Improbable levitation. || Why, what did you see? || So how was your day? || You don’t get to, says she. || She’s looking for the perfect liberal. Note obligatory pinching of fingers. || “Sneaking… Mum’s underwear,” says he. || Schoolgirling scenes. || Signage issues. || Signs of enrichment. || Hugging occurred. || Mr Hopper liked to wear his sister’s clothes, but that’s not the detail you’re going to remember. || For everything, a time and a place. || Guitar playing, simplified. || Moustachioed woman has thought. || Mistakes were made. || Birds of the night. || Highway intervention. || Just another fifty times, dear human. || And finally, via Elephants Gerald, big-hair Kirk and the milk-stealing Klingons.
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South Koreans chanting “we are Charlie Kirk”